The 8th of May. Ooh busy day! Started with needing a hairwash before Mommy went to Grandma's residents and relatives meeting at quarter past ten. When she came back, we went to the chiropractor to see Trine. Neither of us have really had any niggles, so we've extended the gap until our next visits. There were a few bits to be crunched but really nothing major.

We came home to eat lunch, then went back out to town because my new glasses were ready and the new Jeffery Deaver book came out today. We went to Piccadilly for my specs first, as it wasn't raining too much, and Jennie fitted them up for me. They're purple L'Wren Scott ones and I love them. Then we were off to Waterstones to buy The Skin Collector and I got The Farm by Tom Rob Smith too. I always buy books faster than I can read them. We went into Chanel in Selfridges to see Mary and get some new nail varnish (Orange Fizz), plus she gave us some pretty perfume samples because she is lovely.

Upon our return, I had a brownie, and Becky came round to see the new frames. I think she is a bit pooped from school. I could never be a teacher; stupid children infuriate me.

The 9th of May.

Ugh Jeffery Deaver is so clever and now I've finished The Skin Collector I'm even more annoyed that he didn't come to Birmingham on this tour! I must have another Lincoln Rhyme ASAP.

I got up at nine because Anne-Marie was coming to flush my line at half ten, then Danny was coming at twelve. In between seeing them, I wrote up a blog post. With Danny, he had me keeping my heart rate above 140 the whole time, although it levelled out around 160. I wasn't doing any super-sets today, just things with more reps or weights so I'm a bit knackered but there are some new exercises I can add to my routine. We also did my measurements and fat percentage which was interesting to learn. I've lost half a pound too so I'm pleased.

The entire rest of my day has been devoted to reading The Skin Collector. I won't say anything about the plot but it's safe to say that fans won't be disappointed.

My tongue is sore. I'm going to the dental hospital on Monday to see Mrs Richards. I don't know what she's going to recommend but I think it's quite likely that I'll be getting stabbed in the tongue.